I stumbled upon it on Facebook. Such an interesting take!
Kind of pricks till the end…
While on the Ghats in Rishikesh, one fine evening, as the outer and inner Ganga flowed together, I made a small discovery…
Between pulling it together
Letting it go
There’s something called
Letting it be…
When the rains washed it all
When the clouds still carried secrets
Around the smouldering spark of the bonfire
In the dark
I saw you!
I want to write
Write about the alpenglow of hope
and about the rainbow of life.
Write about the time-lapse of moments
and the hyper-lapse of wait.
Write about blueness of the sky
swirling with the dancing clouds.
Write about the silent conversations with the mountains,
About getting lost in the woods
and finding our way, somehow 🙂
We never really meet people! We meet stories!
Similarly so, we never really see photographs, we see stories!
We were in Auli, Uttrakhand shooting a travel documentary. When it suddenly started raining and we had to wrap up the entire set up. We sought refuge in a nearby tea shop (Ohh, these little mountain shops!!!). Enjoying my hot cup of tea, I just saw the rain pour. Drop by drop, calmly so.
It’s not just a picture, it is a moment 🙂
A well bookmarked, dog-eared moment!